What’s worse? When a television series is on long enough for the creative team behind it to forget canon from it’s early seasons---or when die-hard fans ignore that same canon as though it never existed. I can fully accept that Character A grew to romantically love and adore Character B over several years. But what I will not do is accept the erasure of those women who were once significant in Characters A & B’s lives.
Dean finding Lisa on that dating site he's on, as a 100% match. Sam sees and insists that Dean find Lisa and have Cas return her memories. Issue is, Dean is afraid of the Mark. Thing is, Lisa is able to negate what the Mark does to Dean since she is Dean's Colette but rather than killing Lisa when putting her in danger, he saved her despite heartbreak. Happy things follow, and pie will be baked. mxmabear
Anonymous requested a Dean/Lisa fic where Lisa comforts Dean after a nightmare, and Shannon requested one where Lisa tells Dean she's preggers. I combined the two. Enjoy!
She opened her eyes and stared around the room, wondering what had roused her. The house was quiet. The room was dark. She listened hard for Ben, and she was about to sit up when the figure next to her stirred and whimpered.
Oh.
His side of the bed was drenched, and his fingers clenched the sheet tightly enough to tear it, the patterned cotton straining hard against his grip. He writhed and muttered something she couldn't understand—probably Latin—and his face twisted in a grimace.
She let out a soft sigh. It was the third one this week, and it looked like the worst one yet. He dreamed of demons. Of monsters. Of ghosts and angels and things she'd never imagined.
Mostly, though, he dreamed of Sam and Adam. That last day in Kansas. Watching them fall together. He gasped out their names like a desperate mantra, and sometimes he called another name, like a prayer—Castiel.
Her fingertips traced a light pattern against his cheek. It was never wise to wake him up too quickly: he slept with a knife under the mattress and he could have it faster than she could blink. She stroked the line between his brows. His tense mouth.
His lips softened slowly, like ice cream melting, and gradually his forehead smoothed. She murmured his name once. Twice.
He breathed a long sigh and turned his head. His eyes opened, and she cupped his face. Her smile flashed white in the dark, and he raised a hand to tangle in her hair.
"Another dream?" he said, voice rough and deep.
She nodded. "Looked like a bad one."
He cleared his throat and settled back against the pillow. Pulled a face at its dampness and wiped his cheeks. "Yeah. It sucked."
He reached for her and she snuggled against his side. Her fingers traced patterns on his t-shirt, and he shivered at the tickle. "I was thinking we could go to the mountains this weekend. Drive up and spend Friday and Saturday somewhere cozy. Go tubing, maybe."
His brow creased. "Tubing?"
"It's fun. Ben loves it, but we haven't been in ages."
He mulled it over, playing with her hair as he did. "Is there beer?"
"It wouldn't be tubing without beer," she said, solemnly.
His head dipped in a grave nod. "Tubing it is. Let me tell the kid."
She grinned. "Of course."
A silence fell between them, and she could sense him struggling. "Don't, Dean. You don't have to tell me. You don't owe me any explanations."
He sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face. "It was a shit dream. I didn't mean to wake you."
"It's okay. Ben used to have nightmares when he was little, so I'm used to waking up in the middle of the night." She paused. "They stopped completely after…after you saved him from that monster."
He blinked in the dark. "That didn't give him nightmares?"
"Nope," she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice. "I asked him once, and he looked at me like I was nuts. Why would he have nightmares, he said, when you were there to save him?"
"Huh," he said after a moment. "That's one way to look at it, I guess."
"A good way."
"Yeah." He hesitated. "He's a great kid, Lis."
"I know," she said. She poked him in the stomach and peered into his face. His eyes were shadowed, but the light through the window picked out a flash of green as he looked down. "I have to tell you something," she said.
Her tone was…strange, and he frowned a little. "Good something or bad something?" he said.
"Good, I hope. I mean, I think good. I hope you'll think good, too."
He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. Gestured for her to go on.
"We'll definitely have beer tubing, but I won't have any."
It seemed apropos of nothing, and he frowned. "Okay. Probably better if one of us is sober on the river."
Her mouth quirked. "Not just that." She bit her lip, and then let it spill: "Dean, I'm pregnant."
He was so still for so long that she wondered if she'd killed him. She poked him again. "Dean…?"
"Yeah," he said in a strangled voice. "Yeah, hang on."
"I hope you think this is good news. It was an accident—we're always careful—but I think a happy accident. Ben can have a little brother or sister, and that'll be good for him. You don't have to worry about anything. If you decide not to stick around, that's fine, too. I raised one kid on my own; I can raise two."
"Whoa, wait, hang on." He held up a hand to stop her flood of words. "What are you talking about, on your own? You think I'm gonna bolt?"
"I don't know. I'm just saying you aren't obligated to stay. This doesn't change anything."
He grasped her arms and pulled her up so that their noses were level. "Are you kidding? This changes everything."
Her eyes clouded. "Dean—"
"I'm gonna be a dad. A for real dad. I'm gonna get to hold it and play with it and teach it to walk and talk and eat cheeseburgers. I'm gonna get to take it to its first baseball game and play catch and…" He stopped, and his face transformed. "I'm gonna get to do everything my dad didn't do. And Ben'll be the big brother, just the big brother, not the big brother and the dad and the mom."
"So…" She licked her lips. "So you're happy?"
He grinned and hugged her tight against him. "Happy!? Babe, I'm fucking ecstatic. I mean, scared as shit, but…good scared. Mostly good scared."
"Dean…Dean you're crushing me!"
"Agh!" He let go. "Don't want to give the kid a misshapen head because I squeezed too hard."
"It's just a lump of cells right now, hon. No head yet."
"Oh. Jesus! We gotta get books. Lots of books. We'll have to get a crib and a carseat and a high chair and one of those thingies that the baby sits in and swings…"
He kept talking, and she sat back against the pillows and smiled. Well. That had gone better than she could've hoped.
Now she just had to keep him from spoiling the new kid completely rotten…and maybe, just this once, everything would be okay.
